Just to let you know, I probably won't do any other DK stories. Unless I do...yeah. In case you can't tell, this is from the scene when Batman is coming to hit Joker after he flipped the semi. It's a one-shot.
"Hit me!"
How odd that you mutter that. Don't you want to live? Or does the thought of living with all that you've done simply abhor you. You seem to gleefully go about killing innocent people without one bit of remorse. You so enjoy causing chaos and terror in the world. Yet, you want the Batman to hit you. Why?
Do you want to prove to Gotham that their masked vigilante is actually capable of killing someone without giving them a fair trial? That he is as cold-hearted as you? That he believes that justice rests on his shoulders, and his alone? Why? You seem to know that they probably wouldn't see these when he hits you. In fact, you know that they would be quite grateful to him for performing the deed. So, why?
Your scars do create that perpetual smile on your face, that you only paint to highlight them. Did you receive them, and then figure that you must go about life in such a cruel and apathetic way, just because whatever had happened to you was done just as cruelly and apathetically? You took them, accepted them, but only moved on into a crazy world possibly governed by your features.
"HIT ME!"
He is so much closer to you now. He's coming so quickly, and you so want him to. Maybe, despite all your protests, there is some sanity within you, and you realize that you can't live on contentedly as you appear with your life. You've taken many, many lives. And you remember each one. You tell yourself that you enjoy it. You've told yourself this so much, that you believe it. Everyone around you believes it. But something is nagging you in the back of your mind that you can't quite figure out.
This feeling flits in and out of focus. Sometimes, you recognize it. Sometimes, you just can't tell why it's there. Is it guilt? Or not? Do you actually feel remorse, though you deny it so passionately. Is that why you're insane? You can't seem to make up your mind if you do have pity on others, or if you're truly an apathetic being that doesn't really care about other's lives. Just how to mess them up for your own enjoyment.
You're somewhat disappointed that he didn't hit you. That he chose to spare your life, even though you've probably done much to him. But, that disappointment, along with whatever reason for causing it, vanishes as you come up with more your twisted fun to be had.
Review? That would be great.-Jimmy